The Last Breath

Oh my lovely sweetheart Rose
Often in her morning pose
She makes me undress
While we make love

I can feel her down
Holding her favourite toy
It is not my lust
But the heat of satisfaction

Her kisses on my neck
Made me connect
As I could feel her senses
Deep within me

It was the strongest feeling of love
That we shared together
As we kissed till the last breath
Forever our lips locked till death
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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